Muddled Direction

This path I have taken for most of my days,

With my eyes closed tight I could travel its ways.

But now, I'm told, I must take a new path,

It seems the one I am on can lead only to terror and wrath.

But is the necessity and danger really ordained,

Or is it a horrible façade, deceptively feigned?

If I turn down a new road and start a new life,

Will it only bring me agony and strife?

Or if this new path leads to happiness galore,

Once I have it, will I be forced to take a new path once more?

Oh, these changes of direction, when will they stop?

Will I never know what it's like to reach the top?

Will I be in despair for the rest of my time here,

The object of some evil miscreant's jeer?

No, I shall set upon this new path with feet firm on the ground,

With happiness, certainty, and wisdom abound.